Have you ever wondered what sleep is all about. It's more than the resting of the human body. Sometimes, you wish you could hit the sack straight away and never wake up. Life's gotten to such a point when you're afraid to face reality again. So sleep is but a route away from your troubles, a realm where you're free to be yourself. Then again, sometimes, you're so afraid of sleep. Sleep, is like a portal that jumps you forward in time. Life sucks, and you really want to shut out everything you're facing. But sleep is so intimidating, cause you know that the moment you close those eyes, the very thing that stares you in the face when you open them is life itself, fresh and awake, ready to agonise your half-battered body once again.
Yes, I'm afraid of sleeping tonight.
I'm afraid of time slipping me by. It's so hard to face life now, I can't really explain why. Or rather, I gave up explaining a long time ago. People try to understand, and they ask, they emphathise. Yet some feelings are so individualistic, that try as they might, they can never enter your world of thoughts and emotions.
Each day passes as he slips away slowly. No one ever notices, even as the colours fade from his face; even as he grows increasingly thin. Each step he takes brings him closer to the edge, a place where weeks ago, he feared the aura that surrounded it, something that made his skin tingle and his hair stand on their ends. Yet now, that darkness is a cool sensation that evaporates on his skin, oh, how he longs to fall into it. He moves forward.
"No one ever notices.."
But I do. I stand behind this invisible window, watching as that little boy drags his brittle body slowly towards the end of the world. I yell for him to stop, turn back, anything but to continue forward. But my screams were silent, they never reached him.
The stillness of night is music in itself.
And that music, it's soothing..
posted by cigarettelove @ 10:18 AM
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